Chapter 3 Must survive!

The woman let out a scream as blood flowed down her neck and her body jerked more and more violently.

Was that what would happen to every pet in the end?

And I was also Klopp's pet, and one day he would suck me dry like this.

"Bam!"

Because of fear, my whole body trembled so much that I couldn't even hold my knife and fork with both hands and dropped them on the table.

Klopp seemed to have gotten used to the situation long ago, slowly tasting the food on the table.

Even though those were cooked meats, all I could think of was the image of Klopp biting my neck off.

Hearing the sound, he stopped eating to look at me.

"Sorry...master..."

My voice was a little hoarse. Kneeling on the ground, my nose was sore, but I could still smell the growing smell of blood.

He didn't answer, but just let me kneel on the floor, which was covered with a beautiful carpet that was dark red and looked like blood flowing on the floor.

Not long after, the man threw his pet that had drained the last drop of blood on the carpet, and I didn't dare to look.

Ike, with a few servants, quickly dragged the body out.

"Jenny, come with me."

Klopp said tenderly as he held out his hand to me.

I didn't want to go with him, I didn't want to be bitten, but I didn't have a choice.

Klopp took me to a very ornate room with crystal lights overhead and beautiful murals on the walls, especially the one with the riverbank planted with roses.

It must be beautiful there.

"Jenny, come here."

Klopp's voice brought my thoughts back to reality.

He pointed to a chair and said to me.

I sat in the chair and Klopp reached up and pulled my hair back, revealing my scarred neck.

But there was a mirror in front of me, and I peeked through it to see his movements as he took two pill bottles from the top of a nearby cabinet, including the brown bottle taken from Wells.

Was he actually going to treat my wounds?

Was it because those wounds make him feel sick even if he sucks my blood?

Klopp cleaned my entire body and all I could see was his face getting harder and harder.

He must have felt that the wounds made him sick to his stomach.

"Jenny, no one will ever dare to hurt you again."

Klopp bandaged the last wound and said to me seriously.

I looked up at him and he was good-looking, much better looking than any human or vampire I had ever seen.

But I was even more grateful that he's also kinder than I thought. But I was still controlling my emotions and dared not to relax.

After all, I was just his pet.

"You can talk to me later, and call me sir if you want."

Klopp said to me.

I didn't really understand why he didn't treat me like other vampires treat their pets, but I still felt happy that, at least, he gave me the right to speak.

"Thank you, sir."

I changed the way I addressed him, as he said.

"You'll sleep in that room from now on."

Klopp said, pointing across the room from him.

I stared at him in awe. There was no metal cage, no small cabinet, even the floor was carpeted.

Klopp showed me my room, beautifully decorated, with a freshly sprouted plant on the windowsill, and I had no idea what it was.

I reached out and stroked the soft bed, and it was all so wonderful as if it was a dream I had.

On a nearby table, I saw a plate with grapes and there were still crystal drops of water on the grapes.

I had been hungry for too long and the sight of food made my stomach growl like crazy.

Staring at the plate of grapes, I swallowed hard.

"You like grapes?"

Klopp asked with a smile as he followed my gaze.

When I heard his words, my face rolled and I bowed my head, but I couldn't help but look at the plate of grapes with the corner of my eye.

Klopp walked over and brought the grapes to me.

"It's yours, and if it's not enough, you can ask Ike to get you some more."

Klopp handed me the plate.

The moment I caught the plate, my nose got sore and tears flowed from my eyes and dripped down on the bunch of grapes.

Klopp left the room at this point and did not see it.

I hurriedly wiped my tears and gently pulled off one and put it in my mouth, then the sweet and sour taste was spread in my mouth.

I sat on the couch in my room and took a big bite out of my plate of grapes.

Klopp walked out of the room, holding a plush blanket, snow-white, and a rose-patterned pillow.

"Cover it so you won't be cold when you sleep."

Klopp placed the blanket next to me and couldn't help but laugh at my face, which was bulging with grapes.

I had to admit that I was ashamed, but it's enough for me to fill my stomach.

After eating a whole bunch of grapes, I found Klopp was still looking at me from the sidelines with a smile on his face.

It'd been too long since I'd had a good meal, and I didn t feel sleepy until I was full.

Klopp didn't arrange for me to do anything else either, so I hunkered down on the couch and wrapped myself in the blanket and pillow he gave me.

Closing my eyes, the image of the man sucking his pet dry in the hall came to mind and I couldn't help but shrink.

Perhaps Klopp didn't bite me just because the wounds on my body gave him no appetite, or perhaps he didn't need to suck my blood just yet.

In a daze, I fell asleep, and I didn't notice when Klopp left the room.

"Jenny! Run! You must survive! Don't let them catch you!"

That was Mom. When Wells' people found us, mom and dad chose to let me escape.

"Jenny, mommy and daddy love you forever, goodbye my child..."

Dad was full of guilt and said to me that he always thought that it was his failure to protect us that caused us to be chased by Wells to hide everywhere.

If he was like those upper-class people, we could live a carefree life.

Until the last moment, mom and dad still chose to sacrifice and let me escape.

"Dad! Mom! No! It's not true...Please, don't leave me..."

I watched them lying covered in blood in front of me. I cried so hoarsely, but they would no longer smile and comfort me, much less respond to me.

"No! No!"

I sat up from the couch, looked around, and suddenly remembered that it was a long time ago.

Klopp was sitting in a chair right next to the bed, staring at me seriously.

I woke him up and angered him...

Klopp stood up and walked towards me.

"Master, I'm sorry, please forgive me..."

I hurriedly got out of bed and knelt on the floor begging for his forgiveness, knowing that after this night, I might never again have such a warm and soft bed to sleep in.

Klopp didn't say anything, just stood in front of me.

He must have been thinking of ways to punish me and torture me now.

A hand came into view and slowly approached my neck.

My heart was left with nothing but despair as I looked at the hand that kept coming closer and closer to me.

I slowly closed my eyes.

Finally, all of this was coming to an end.